The millionaire's secretary
I looked around to turn around, thinking I didn't have any clothes and that Demetrio had forgotten to bring them, but since my Italian wasn't that perfect, there was a suitcase by the side.
Demetrio was like that, a man who liked to be in control of everything, even my clothes. I looked through the suitcase and put on a suit that was already there. It was a red two-piece bathing suit. Demetrio loved that color, and not to brag, my skin looked exquisite in it, which, despite two births and both multiples, was smooth, just as all my curves were perfect.
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